"These are ours, I think," said Mr. March, pulling open a curtain on the left.
"Let my curtain alone," called somebody from inside, "Go away."
Mr. March had opened the wrong curtain.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, madam," he said, much mortified that he should have broken open a lady's bedroom.
Mrs. March and Rob and Nelly stood close together in the middle of the aisle, at their wits' end. They did not dare to open another curtain, for fear it should be somebody's else bedroom, and not their own.
"I'll call Ben," said Mr. March; "he'll know."
But Ben was nowhere to be found. At last they found him sound asleep in a little state-room at the end of the car.
"Ben, come show us which are our sections," said Mr. March.
Ben was very sleepy. He came stumbling down the aisle, rubbing his eyes.
"Reckon there is your berths; I made 'em up all ready for you," said Ben, and pulled open the very curtain Mr. March had opened before.